How often do we have the opportunity to witness an event that marks history? I’m so happy because I can say that I was there, during the last Jean Paul Gaultier’s Haute Couture show. It was such a celebration!

Outside it was pure chaos. Why it wouldn’t be? After 50 years creating  new perspectives, L’enfant Terrible was leaving his scissors. Inside, the story was almost the same, but contained. We all were full of expectation. I knew he wouldn’t disappoint. Of course, as you must know by now, he didn’t.

As if it all were a kind of dark comedy, he started the show with a clip from “Who are you, Polly Maggoo?”, followed by “I’ll go back to black” sung by Boy George and a symbolic funeral. Models entered the stage carrying a coffin. But, who or what was inside? Of course, the first look! Karlie Kloss opened the lid and Issa Lish appeared wearing a white gown made of little dresses. And so the party started.

More than 200 looks were displayed on the stage, along with names such as Paris Jackson, Bella and Gigi Hadid, Rossy de Palma, Ditta Von Teese, Amanda Lear, Jourdan Dunn, Joan Smalls, Irina Shayk, Winnie Harlow, Mylène Farmer and… We could continue with the list forever! But let’s stop for a moment and recall all the designers that came to see the farewell: Nicholas Ghesquière, of course, Christian Louboutin, Christian Lacroix and Dries Van Noten… And we’re just saying a few.

What can I say about the collection? It isn’t easy to describe. How can you sum up more than 200 looks? I can just say that on stage all you were able to see, was Jean Paul’s DNA. 50 years of fashion walking in one hour. Denim, satin, tulle, leather… Everything was there. Dresses, capes, suits, skirts… All in black, camouflage, blue, sailor stripes, white, brown, pink, mixed colors as created from what was left.

A dress made of ties, another made of belts. There were irreverent ones and funny ones. Serious. Elegant. Expressive. Indecipherable.

All Jean Paul Gaultier. He knew he had too much and he had to clean his collection. But he didn’t and I can just say “Thank you!”

And at the end, there he was. His last show. His last Haute Couture party, because it was exactly that. Not just any other catwalk, but a huge celebration. A goodbye. 

My outfit for the show.